Opposites Attract

Off Limits

We finally arrived at the ice cream shack. Once again, Bryce walked over to my side of the car and opened the door for me.

I honestly don't know why he does that. I mean, it's sweet, but he isn't really the chivalry type, ya know?

He's more of a 'if you expect me to open the door for you, you might as well just stay where you are because I'm not opening it' type of guy.

I thanked him and got out. We walked over to the shack and started looking at all the different flavors, cones, and toppings.

"So, what do ya want?", Bryce asked me. I looked some more before saying, "Um...ooo! I'm gonna get the Monster Cookie Dough ice cream! Yeah, that sounds gooood!" I turned and saw Bryce staring down at me, looking a little...puzzled. I frowned. "What?"

"Uh...you sure you want that?" He looked at me in disbelief. I looked at him. "Yes, I do. Why? Is there a problem with that, Bryce?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked a little nervous.

"Uh, no...it's just...I thought you'd want somethin', you know, a little smaller?" I gave him a confused look. "Uh...no. I'm buying mine, so don't worry about spending too much." I really didn't understand why he was having such a hard time processing my want for that ice cream.

"No, no, no. It isn't that. I just thought you'd be like all the other girls, you know, eatin' less. I thought you'd be tryna watch your weight like other girls. I mean, obviously, you don't need to." He looked me up and down. I shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortably. "Uh, no. I'm not like other girls. I don't need to starve myself just to have a nice figure-"

"No, you do​ not!", Bryce interrupted me, smirking.

"-I've always been like my mom: curvy. I'm not ashamed of my body-"

"Heh, you shouldn't be.", He interrupted, again. I rolled my eyes. "-There's nothing wrong with a girl who doesn't care about having to watch her weight. So, yes. I will be getting that Monster Cookie Dough ice cream. Thank you very much." I fist bumped myself in my mind.

Hm...I showed him. Bryce just stood there. "Wow...you are NOTHING like those other girls...I like it." He smiled, making me blush.

(Bryce's POV)

I was pretty shocked that Kitten wanted that ice cream. I thought she'd be like everybody else, but no...she isn't. She's different. I watched her order her ice cream. "Ya know, I could've bought that for you." Bryce, what are you saying, man?! You don't do this type of stuff! What's going on with you?! And, that whole car door opening thing needs to stop!

Krystianna looked up at me and smiled. I love her smile. It's ​the type of smile that'll brighten up anyone's day. The type that'll make you do anything just to see it again. Her deep dimples made her smile more beautiful.

Her jawline, which was pretty attractive, by the way, aligned everything up perfectly. Her long, brown and blond, curly hair, which weren't the loose type of curls, but the really curly noodle-like curls, fell in place perfectly, as if she didn't even try to make them look perfect.

Her long eyelashes went perfectly with her eyes. They kinda looked like a mixture between Asian eyes and upturned feline eyes. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, but not too arched. They weren't too thick or too thin. Her lips were perfect, too. She was like a goddess.

I honestly didn't notice that I was studying her face this whole time.

"That's ok. You didn't need to.", She assured me. We got our ice cream and walked over to a secluded bench to sit at. She started licking her ice cream and I couldn't help but stop eating mine just to watch her.